Wednesday, 29 February 2012

29/02/2012

6am NRR:
I've already started to think about the next challenge and the next series of races. I'd like to return to road racing over winter, spend some more time on the mountain bike (if it's dry) and get some good form before a trip to Taiwan with Jimmy next year. As such today I set out with the desire to work a few turns, nothing too serious, just 2 or 3 efforts on the front to keep things ticking along.

The pace was pretty hot with the tailwind, a minimum of 50km/h including up Rickets Point. It was there I got my best effort in, on the front, the bunch behind me strung out and splintering, my aim was to keep it that way until the top. With 100m to go David Kelly came through on the right and my legs completely shut down sending me backwards. In hindsight I'm a little disappointed that I didn't finish the effort all the way to the top.

The BP sprint was killed off by lights at the canal, still to give my legs one last dose of punishment I kicked hard on the green and accelerated through to the line.

D: 45.3km
A: 145m

Commute:

D: 17.3km
A: 55m

PMPW: 96kg

Tuesday, 28 February 2012

28/02/2012

Commute:
Ah bugger, the Austral is at DISC (thanks to SteveZero for the heads up), I'm still going to race it.

Firstly, I am now more confident I wont get lost.
Secondly, I felt good at SKCC on Sunday, surely that's a sign that Azizul Awang will be no match for me. The money is as good as mine.
Finally, it's the freaking Austral!

D: 17.3km
A: 55m

PMPW: 96kg

Monday, 27 February 2012

27/02/2012

Commute:
The past few weeks I've started to feel some malaise towards racing. It has begun to feel like a lot of effort. Then again I've also experienced some good moments while racing. Sub 1 minute 10 ITT, and the crit yesterday both have left me feeling like I can ride a bike at the level I've been working towards all year.

Despite all the things on my "must do" list being ticked, there are still a couple on my "nice to do" list that can and should be addressed.

The top one is race at Hisense arena which will be ticked in a few weeks at the Austral Wheelrace. Hopefully I wont get lost at this one. ;)

D: 17.3km
A: 55m

PMPW: 96kg

Sunday, 26 February 2012

26/02/2012

SKCC Crit:
So much malaise, so so so much malaise. I thought it was hard to get up yesterday, I was wrong, yesterday I was a motivation machine. In my mind there was no way I was going to achieve anything productive on the bike today. I now feel I was wrong.


Blatantly poached from the esteemed gentleman, Mr Nick Bensley's instagram feed (@n_bens) without any form of permission sought or given.

Rolling around before the race in 30 degree temperatures, with a hearty northerly sucking the fun out of life in the back straight and all while wearing a long sleeve skinsuit... well I was fairly sure the racing was going to suck. I predicted a breakaway would hold out the bunch due to the wind and I stated (repeatedly) that I had no desire to be in a break. I think my exact words were "I'm going to roll around in the bunch, waiting for the break to lap us out".

When the race started I pushed my way forward, I felt good, surprisingly good. Some of the attacks hurt, but I knew they were hurting others. Around 20 minutes in when there was a sizable break off the front and a couple of SoleDevotion boys trying to chase it, I decided it was a winning move. I kicked hard to ensure I didn't drag anyone across and set about chasing it down. I liked the odds of winning a 15 man sprint more than I liked that of winning a 50 man sprint.

Sadly it was not to be as we were collected by the bunch about 5 minutes after I got on. A couple of primes came and went, I was tentatively working with / for the SoleDevotion boys and their lead rider Stuart Hill, even going as far as closing down one or two moves. In short being the antithesis of who I thought I would be this race.

In the closing laps I realised the bunch had halved in size. A break of 3, including Stu, was off the front. A sole Drapac rider was left to do all the chasing as they weren't represented. I was in 5th wheel and if it came down to the sprint I was eager.

A couple of last minute attacks saw the 3 come back as we heard the bell, the O2 boys on the front with their normal long train. Normal... except it was slow, I kicked past on the right into the headwind, then Dave Kelly did the same on the left. I wasn't sure if Lee had my wheel, I wasn't sure if I was going for my own result, I just pushed as hard as I could on the pedals. Into the last corner 4-5 guys swarmed me with an extra km/h or so of speed. I kicked out from the corner but wasn't on the wheels of the front runners. I had a choice, continue to smash myself for a top 10 place, or shut down the effort and roll through in the top 20. I decided on the latter, they were paying to 4th and for me it was money or nothing.

The last time I raced like that and felt like that in a crit was march last year (blog). I felt like I influenced the race and also had a shot at winning. Granted it wasn't a really good shot, but I remember a time when even the idea that I may be in with a shot of an a-grade crit result was a pure pipe dream.

When I got home I found that despite drinking continuously I was down a kilogram, it seemed logical that the only way to regain that weight was with gelati... a litre of it.

D: 65.9km
A: 85m

PMPW: 96kg

Saturday, 25 February 2012

25/02/2012

Hell Ride:
9ish hours in the car the day before be damned, I wanted to ride today, so I got my arse up, shaved my legs and went to cafe racer for a coffee. Yep, nationals were done, so it was back to the regular Saturday morning routine of the Hell Ride.

The bunch was pretty obscene today, massive numbers of riders and a ripping northerly sending us southward at 50+. I wasn't interested in working turns but short of that, it was neigh on impossible to get to the front, and harder again to stay near it.

I squeezed myself past the bunch leading into Olivers and from there the searing pain through to Mt Eliza provided some solace. I saw both Andy Naylor and Johnnie Walker going backwards after ripping the bunch to shreds on the front. By the time we turned at Mt Eliza Way there was less than half of the riders left.

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The bunch gained riders as we passed back through Frankston so once again it was hard to gain / hold position. My effort for the sprint was to rip past the Artisan sprint train (boys if you're reading this, you need more speed), and sent anyone who cared on to the line with a decent kick start. It wasn't my greatest lead out, my legs were lacking and my brain was not in a state to force the issue, but I'm happy to have it done, it justified the second coffee and breakfast.

D: 97.7km
A: 330m

PMPW: 98kg

Friday, 24 February 2012

24/02/2012

Masters National Track Champs: - ITT
The officials found me early on and informed me that as the only MMAS1 rider registered for the sprint, I had a choice. A refund of my fees or a f200. There was a slight possibility of racing in the MMAS2 5-8 consolation races, but nothing was promised. I looked Rob straight in the eye and said "I want to set a time".

The time I set was a bit disappointing. It was the same as what I did at the metros and 0.1 of a second slower than at states. I feel like I should have been quicker, so here's where I could have improved.

First and foremost, not getting lost on the track. Seriously, there are 6 straights and 12 turns and I got lost. The end of the track we were set up on is the opposite to the one for D.I.S.C. and well... I got confused.

I came out of turn 2, around 400m to go and I kicked down the bank. A fraction of a moment later I realised I was an idiot and let the bike roll up into turn 3, then before my mind had time to ponder all the possible reasons why that was stupid, it was time to actually kick.

I rode a 106" gear to a 11.710 and I'm not thrilled about it.

CE: 1/2

Thursday, 23 February 2012

23/02/2012

Rest:
Today brought two revelations.

Firstly, I could have gone faster yesterday. The way I know this? I can walk today.

Secondly, despite sharing no blood relation to my mother, my Aunt Bea has the exact same gene that leads to quantities of food that distend even my belly.

I think I'll be racing MMAS2s tomorrow as once again I'll be the only MMAS1. Whatever happens, I want to set a new f200 pb. So much so that I will commit to no more than 106" for it.

Wednesday, 22 February 2012

22/02/2012

Masters National Track Champs: - ITT
There were exactly the same MMAS1 riders today as there was at the Metros. Just me.

I continued to restate me goals to myself. Set a time. One faster than last time.

While I focused on that, the announcer / officials stated the system. Medals would be determined on times compared to the national MMAS1 record. I did the maths and it was very unlikely I would see Gold or Silver, but bronze lined up with my desire to knock 0.7 of a second off of my State champs time and go sub 1:10.

My ride was, I think, according to plan. I had a 100" gear on, went hard from the gate for a first half lap, floated the next one point five, tried to build speed on the third and finally came home just trying to hold onto whatever speed I had.

As I crossed the line I heard the announcers voice through the fog of pain and the hard carbon shell encasing my head. The voice said "1:09.762". I was happy, that's point eight faster than my last one (and enough for Bronze).

The medal ceremony where I, the only rider, stood on the lowest step was.... odd. Yep odd is about the only way to describe it. I'm not complaining, I get the system of %'s... it just feels... odd (did you think I was going to be creative on the third time?).

PMPW: 96kg

Tuesday, 21 February 2012

21/02/2012

Commute:
With my road and tracl bike en route to SkidKnee, my choice of bike for today was down to a mere 3. I chose the one that scores lowest on te practicality to fun ratio, the SS mtb.

My bunny hop timing has gone to absolute shit, but monos... oh man, the 2.2" tyre on the back makes it like leaning back into a couch. Every slight rise, every set of lights and anywhere people congregate I let the front wheel spin freely in the air.

I'm confident the spin, coast, spiiiin, coast style is a positive thing. Enough to get the legs moving, not enough to hinder their movement tomorrow.

D: 17.3km
A: 60m

CE: 1

PMPW: 96kg

Monday, 20 February 2012

20/02/2012

Commute:
So I've had an awkward feeling for the last few days, and today decided to make a phone call. The feeling was because Cycling Australia hadn't charged my Credit Card for the nationals.

So I call up and have a chat to a bloke, he looks up my name in the entry lists and kindly confirms that I'm not on the list.

Oh. Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

The entries closed last week, so I cant just be reprocessed. The dude I need to talk to was on a call or in a meeting... but he'd call me back soon. Soon passed. Later was fast approaching. My stress levels were rising. Why? Well my mums (hi mums) was due at my place at 4pm to pick up my bikes and begin the drive to Sydney with them (have I mentioned my mums is awesome? yes? well just to be sure... my mums is tres (that's French for very) awesome). I could live without racing, but the thought of telling my mother that she the 5 days of her life she'd allotted for me to race... not needed now, return home, phone your cousin and say you're not coming.... well that gripped me with a level of anxiety usually reserved for the idea of swimming with tarantulas.

Thankfully it's all come off, a nice man at CA emailed me a form, I filled in the boxes and ticked some things and sent it back so quick it arrived 3.4 seconds before he'd even sent it. Best of all, I haven't had to tell my mum a thing!

Maybe I'll fess up on the drive home, then in a few years it'll be like "HAHAH remember that time when I almost made you drive to Sydney for no reason? Hahaha good times!"

D: 18.4km
A: 65m


PMPW: 96kg

Sunday, 19 February 2012

19/02/2012

SKCC Crit:
I once again rolled around with D grade to get a couple of extra kms in before racing A-grade. The pace was a bit more settled than last week but it was still enough that I am not sure I'll continue doing it. I dunno, maybe that's a bit over dramatic, but bear in mind that as I write this I have knowledge of how my legs felt in my actual race.

With no wind, or in fact any form of adverse conditions, I was confident A-grade would come down to a sprint. I contented myself to sit towards the back, moving up only when necessary or easy.

As the race progressed I never felt great, I was doing ok, but that's about the best descriptor that could be used. At 10min to go and also 5min to go I reassessed my legs, at both times I decided that despite not feeling amazing, I'd still do what I could to play at the point end. The option that would give me some more purpose, leading someone out, was off the table as my usual sprinting mates were either not racing or nowhere to be seen.

Coming through for 3 to go, or maybe we'd had it the lap before, but basically at the point of the race when things get fun and exciting, I rounded the last corner of the course. Ahead on the outside line, the line I was on, there was noise. Voices, bike bits touching bike bits that they shouldn't touch, bike bits touching road bits they shouldn't touch. I don't know what happened, I assume some cones were involved, but I went into damage control. All thought was on staying upright and if possible not adding to anyone else's suffering.

So yeah, that was my race. I sat in all day waiting for the spring... and then didn't get to sprint, it's a little deflating.

D: 89.3km
A: 25m

Brunswick CC Roller Racing:
Grover rolled past me as I was leaving Port Melbourne and asked if I was going to the Brunswick Roller Racing. Obviously the answer was yes, despite me having completely forgotten about it.

Brendan, who'd I'd seen on my way to too many Cervezas on Friday, had assured me that road bikes would be allowed, and there I was astride a bike with a 56t chainring and 11t cog fitted. There wasn't a huge amount of competition to be had, but I had fun ripping through a few efforts, scoring a t-shirt and some gelati for setting the quickest time in their "400m" challenge.

PMPW: 97kg

Saturday, 18 February 2012

18/02/2012

Hell Ride:
Have you ever needed to poo with no toilets around and only a bicycle for transport? Yep, that's my morning, I would have gone at Cafe Racer, but they weren't open, so not only was I without a flat white to help combat the hangover and lack of sleep, I had to tentatively TT my way to Black Rock, all the while fearing a chamois incursion.

The ride itself was messy, many (myself included) didn't want to see the front. This left the pace slowish and the bunch sketchy. The hard acceleration up Olivers stripped out the chaff, leaving an odd air of tranquillity as we hurtled down the highway to Mt Eliza.

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D: 98.5km
A: 325m

PMPW: 96kg

Friday, 17 February 2012

17/02/2012

Commute:
When I was as far out as I am now from the National Masters for the Vic Masters I was nervous. It was an event (or two) I'd put as a marker and worked towards.

The nationals have come as a sort of bonus, an odd on after the fact. With no emotional investment I'm quite blasé about it all.

I will still drill myself into a pulp in the ITT and I will give my f200 everything my legs can generate. Hopefully those efforts will net me a few tenths improvement. Ideally I'd go below 1 minute 0 second in the kilo and 11 seconds in the sprint qualifier.

D: 17.3km
A: 55m

CE: 1

PMPW: 96kg

Thursday, 16 February 2012

16/02/2012

6am NRR:
I commited myself to the little ring for the trip to Mordi, including the idea that cross chaining to the bottom three cogs was cheating. That left me with a biggest gear of 44x14 (85"). I feel this knowledge somehow permeated the bunch (and not just because I like to tell everyone about such things in a loud voice) and that this knowledge spurred the pace high, simply to spite me and my silly antics. Flogging it down the Nepean at 50km/h on an 85" gear was certainly one way to shake the last vestiges of sleep out of my system.

The trip back was a bit nicer, the pace was no slower but access to my 56t big ring made me happy. The sprint didn't eventuate due to red lights at Glen Huntly, so I rolled through with the Total Rush boys for a few coffees.



Sitting in the post ride glow, I am happy about the morning, sure I wasn't really loving life during the ride which is perfect. I note that I was not the master of my own pain, this weekend, it's time to embrace the suffering and giggle.

D: 45.3km
A: 130m

Commute:
Sitting with my 4th coffee of the day I stared at my 2nd lunch and considered that 2nd lunch is a luxury that should be reserved for tough days. It was then that I committed to after work intervals.

D: 16.3m
A: 70m

Intervals:
1 x 5min E1
2 x 6s HCLR
1 x 7s PG @ 0rpm (left leg)
1 x 7s PG @ 0rpm (right leg)
1 x 25s PG 80rpm (5s @ 100rpm, 10s @ 130rpm, 10s @ max rpm)
1 x 30s PG 80rpm (10s @ 100rpm, 10s @ 130rpm, 10s @ max rpm)
1 x 27s PG-4 80rpm (9s @ 110rpm, 9s @ 135rpm, 9s @ max rpm)
1x 10s BG @ 0rpm (left leg)
1x 10s BG @ 0rpm (right leg)
2x 10s HCLR

I set my bike up out the back, under the veranda, just inches from the rain. Around the time of the 3 increasing cadence effort it became difficult to discern if the moisture on my bars was perspiration or stray precipitation. Those things are freaking evil, it feels like I only manage 2-3 extra rpm for the last period and effort induced grunting is rife.

PMPW: 96kg

Wednesday, 15 February 2012

15/02/2012

Commute:
Nothing really going on today, unless you count the sneaky at work power nap that happened around 3:30pm.

Due to the heat I just rolled along the river as easy as possible, enjoying the afternoon and life and possibly some of my fellow fitness enthusiasts.

D: 17.3km
A: 45m

PMPW: 97kg

Tuesday, 14 February 2012

14/02/2012

Commute:
I'm not overly enthused about how yesterday went. It's left me somewhat down, annoyed and frustrated. These are not the emotions I want a week out from national champs, but I'll see how the body feels and brain reacts after a couple of days rest.

D: 17.4km
A: 45m

PMPW: 97kg

Monday, 13 February 2012

13/02/2012

Commute:
I woke tired, my body was tired, my legs were tired and my brain.... well this picture tells at least 4 words.



D: 9.4km
A: 65m

Power Haus:
2 x 1min Row
1 x 100 Skips

2 x 5 @ 20kg Low bar squat
1 x 5 @ 50kg Low bar squat
1 x 5 @ 80kg Low bar squat
1 x 2 @ 115kg Low bar squat
2 x 5 @ 137.5kg Low bar squat
1 x 5 @ 125kg Low bar squat

Even after my warmup my legs had the well used glow that is normally reserved for the end of a 5x5 squat session. Holding the weight to the same as last time my aim was great form. The boys tell me I wasn't getting it, so I dropped 12 and a bit kg and tried again. Still no good I racked the bar and went home.

At the bottom, just as I hit parallel I lose my left knee and my chest drops one or both of which rounds out my back. I think the (lack of) flexibility in my hamstrings is a contributing factor, so I vow to spend some time addressing that over the next month or two.

PMPW: 97kg

Sunday, 12 February 2012

12/02/2012

Prahran - Port Melbourne - Port Melbourne - Prahran:
I wanted to ride this morning, but felt it best to avoid digging too deep into my legs before the afternoon's track racing. So I rolled down to the SKCC Crits and asked for a marshal's vest, sitting at the back of D and C grades kept me out of the strung out A grade bunch.

D grade was hooking, at one point Floris Goesennin (also marshalling, was effectively lapped out when the small bunch he was watching was overtaken by the main bunch.

Sadly I didn't get to spend much time advising Steve in C-grade, I suppose that's good though, it meant he wasn't languishing at the back.

D: 87km
A: 65m

ABOC SSS:
There was a blustry wind blowing up the back straight, enough for me to try dropping to a 102" gear, then get peeved at my time. I rode a 12.770, I feel with the work I've put into my legs I should be challenging my BBN PB of 12.384, regardless of conditions. To prove that point Jaegen Castles (J17) rolled a 79" gear to a 12.461. I was left with that niggling question of "could you have given more?". I hate that question.

In race one I was up against Nick Cockerell. Confident that I had him covered for acceleration and top end I was content to follow. He let me stay up past his hip while leaving the pace slow, we continued to roll around like that until ~250 to go at the club house. Having space over the top I hit first and quickly had enough gap to put myself in the lane. Coming out of the final turn into the home straight I started to soft pedal, a quick glance under my arm confirmed Nick was no where in sight. WRONG! Nick had kept chasing and was coming up my right (I checked under my left... in hindsight the stupidest place to look). I desperately threw for the line and managed to take the win.

In race two it was me vs Jerome Bechaz (J17), I was again confident I had the speed over him and was again content to follow. The pace was a little higher than against Nick, Jerome attacked first (I dont even remember where... 300m out in the home straight?) and I paused momentarily to let a gap open then went hard to come through and over the top.

Winning 2 from 2 still didnt guarantee my a 1v2 finals place, I needed to win race three against John Cochrane (J17). I wasn't confident about an knockout win against John, so when I drew the lead I decided to keep it and try to play on the accumulated fatigue he'd have from 2 days of state training. I sat my arse close to the lane, ensuring I held control and worked to steadily bring up the pace, removing any jump in his legs. at 330m out I kicked, into the headwind I got low and went all out, continuing to drive to the line (I wasnt going to make the mistake I made against Nick again). I'm not sure how close John got, my head and legs were buried in the effort from the 200m line.

The last race was the one I'd expected to occur all day, the 1v2 final against Jaegen. Jae had qualified 1st, I had qualified 2nd and both of us had won through in straight sets (James Dann also won through in straight sets, but was in the 3v4 final due to f200 time). I had the lead, and went for the same tactic as against John. It was more important this time, Jae has a wicked kick that I wanted to negate. 330m to go as Jae loses any chance of gaining / using the banking I kicked, then put everything in down the back straight at the time I assume he's coming off my wheel. Through the exit of turn 4 Jae was behind my hip, I put all I could into my pedals as he slowly gained ground down the banking. A pair of gutteral yells pierced the air as we both lunged for the line. I looked at him, he looked at me, neither of us had a clue who'd got it. I hoped my longer arms would be the winning difference but when we circled back past the line Sue the chief com signalled that Jae had snuck his tyre ahead. I was both gutted and happy. I wanted that win, but I was bloody impressed with how the juniors had ridden after a weekend of training. I don't see as much of Jae as I do of James, John and Jerome, but it's hard not to feel part of their success.

PMPW: 97kg

Saturday, 11 February 2012

11/02/2012

Hell Ride:
The roll to Blackrock from Cafe Racer was met with a solid headwind, enough that everyone was more than willing to let Costa and I sit on the front and punch a massive hole in it.

The Hell Ride itself rolled out onto wet roads, a decent sized bunch throwing spray up into the warm morning air. Glasses off left me squinting and trying to blink road grit out of my eyes. Glasses on left me hoping nothing major happened as vision through the rain / grime splattered lenses that were intent on fogging up was not ideal.

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I rolled a few turns, nothing major as mere moments into the headwind was enough to remind even the feistiest of legs why bunches are such a lovely device. Into the hills I worked to keep Lee's young lady friend, Alison, in contact with the bunch. The extra load on my legs meant I reached Mt Eliza feeling somewhat used. Ace!

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Once again I was too far back for the sprint, I found Steele von Hoff around 20th wheel and tried to get him into position. The best I managed before flicking an elbow (I need to kill that habit, there is no out to the pain, just keep digging) was to draw along side the Search2Retain boys. They had legs left and Steele finished 3rd. I liked the idea of having a pro coming off my wheel, next time I'll have to do him justice.

D: 98.7km
A: 345m

PMPW: 98kg

Friday, 10 February 2012

10/02/2012

Commute:
Ok, cash is down for the Aussie Masters Track Champs. I've booked a flight ("Only one?" you say, yes, read on), and my mum volunteered to drive my bikes to Sydney for me. 2,000km of driving so I can race 3-5km, and people call me crazy!

D: 17.3km
A: 45m

CE: 1

PMPW: 97kg

Thursday, 9 February 2012

9/02/2012

North Road Ride:
I spent some time with my little ring (full disclosure, it's 44t) on the way down, and today it took some effort. I worked on the sustained cadence when the pace went up, trying to control hips my hips but the fastest bits required an over cadence spin / coast combo.

I came through for one turn up the out of Blackrock / into Sandringham, I left the power on to see what damage I could do to the bunch... then forgot to look back and see if people were chatting or grovelling.

For the sprint I found myself a little further back than I wanted, Lee was ahead on Andy Naylor's wheel. I turned to Skinny and said I'd be going early, my aim was just after Glen Huntly Rd, but when I saw Andy go with Lee just before the junction and no one else responding I went up the right and hoped Skinny was camped out for the best sit of his life.

I came over the top of Andy early with enough speed to realise that neither he nor Lee would be getting on, it felt like the kind of speed that would string and break anyone not firmly on my wheel so I kept it going. I went to the unhappy place where everything hurts and yells to stop... and I clicked a gear and mashed. The distance that seemed unachievable was quickly being eaten up by the speed, I began to think I might even hold it together to roll the line first. 100m to go the rider on my wheel, an Artisan rider, rolled through and I finally took the time to look behind, there was no one else.

I told my Artisan mate that the sprint was his and shut down my legs, my mind turning to the question of how much coffee was going to be required to get through the day.

D: 45.3km
A: 145m

Commute:

D: 17.4km
A: 45m

PMPW: 97kg

Wednesday, 8 February 2012

8/02/2012

6am NRR:
I was feeling a little angsty last night, I hadn't trained fully on Monday, and then yesterday was a rest day, so the thought of having today off... well it made me angsty. The point of commenting on this? It goes to show my reasons for getting up at ugly o'clock, despite a few nights of poor sleep, so I could get on my bike, get some effort in my legs and quieten the endorphin monster.

The pace going south was gentle, I was in the little ring and never felt stretched. In fact I never felt fully woken up. We hit the turn and I hit the front, working with another rider to do long efforts on the front. As we came through Mentone and I started to tire a scooter rolled up the side of the pack, gently drifted across and matched pace with us.

What follows was hellish. I ended up in around 9th behind the bike, the pace sat above 45km/h for Rickets, 50km/h on the flats and above 60km/h as we came through Brighton.

I just hung on for dear life and when the guy in front of me dropped the wheel past the Elwood sports grounds, I gave one last ditch effort to get across the gap... but despite grunting like a pig in heat I just couldn't close more than 30cm of it.

I was a little sad, but it looks like the last couple of riders blew as they got to Glen Huntly and no one had the legs left to sprint.

D: 44.6km
A: 155m

Commute:

D: 16.3km
A: 50m

PMPW: 97kg

Tuesday, 7 February 2012

7/02/2012

Commute:
As it turns out, the pain in my glutes and hamstrings (I may have mentioned it several times.... to everyone I've met... including one slightly scared old lady in the work elevator) that I was feeling after Saturday's ITT was not helped by 147.6kg squats. To say I am shocked is somewhat of an an understatement.

D: 9.4km
A: 65m

PMPW: 97kg

Monday, 6 February 2012

6/02/2012

Commute:

D: 9.4km
A: 65m

Power Haus:
2 x 1min Row
1 x 100 Skips

2 x 5 @ 20kg Low bar squat
1 x 5 @ 50kg Low bar squat
1 x 5 @ 80kg Low bar squat
1 x 2 @ 120kg Low bar squat
3 x 3 @ 147.5kg Low bar squat

1 x 5 @ 20kg Press
3 x 2 @ 56kg Press
1 x 1 @ 56kg Press

I'm going to hold my squats at their current weight, and it's possible it's time to drop them again, all in the name of getting my chest up.

I have no idea what happened in my press, sure that extra half kg on my last PB was heavy, in the first set the bar was unhappy about being asked to move. The second was better and the third was just full on fail.

CE: 1/2

PMPW: 97kg

Sunday, 5 February 2012

5/02/2012

Vic Masters Track Champs:
After warming up I had a quick check with the girls on the sign in desk, the 5th bloke for MMAS1 hadn't signed in (he didn't front yesterday either). That meant I was racing Nick Marc, John Tucker and a guy from yesterday, Craig Arnel.

I was confident I had the legs on them all, so chose to experiment slightly with my f200. I put on a stupidly big gear, even by my standards (108") and kicked a few metres earlier than normal. I rode a time of 11.602, once again not quite good enough for time of the day. Stu Vaughan rode 11.560 and Lou Pascuzzi cracked out 11.463.

I dropped the gear back to 98", for my races against John and Nic. With the races going pretty much the same way. First race I lead out and steadily raised the pace, the second they took the lead, attacking me just over a lap out, giving me a chance to chase on and through to record straight wins (it's best of 3).

Once again I didn't reach my goal of a 11.5 second f200, but I did PB and know my gear choice may not have been ideal. I'm taking it, and the second gold medal, as positives and am feeling that I want to go to the nationals up in Sydney later this month.

PMPW: 97kg

Saturday, 4 February 2012

4/02/2012

Vic Masters Track Champs:
Sitting on the trainer, going through the oddly reassuring regular warm up, Nick pointed out that Brett Rollinson was MMAS2. The same feelings I had at the 2010 SKCC Trophy race swept through me. Relief and confidence.

I went hard out of the gate, dropping into the TT bars and moderating the effort after half a lap.

I was afraid I wasn't going hard enough in those next 375m, but as I came through for 500m to go and Carl gave me the "lift the pace" sign and I asked for more power/speed from my legs, it didnt feel like there was any change in pace, just in the level of pain I felt. The final 3/4 of a lap I was pedalling squares. I tried to keep on top of the gear, to keep my legs going straight up and down and to keep the bike flat / straight.

I crossed the line in 1:10.542. I'd won MMAS1 but missed fastest time of the day. Chris Ray had done a 1:10.324 and Brett Rollinson stopped the clock at 1:10.108.

I'm happy with my time, it was a fair way off the 1:08.99 I'd hoped for, but it was still a damn sight better than the 1:13.604 I did at Metros. Yes I'm a little disappointed I came so close to, but failed to beat Chris and Brett. Fastest time of the day would have been nice, but it's hard to hear those thoughts over the sound of the gold medal around my neck.

D: 1km
A :0m

PMPW: 96kg

Friday, 3 February 2012

3/02/2012

Commute:
A quiet little roll in the little ring, followed by a single chicken interval and finally another tootle in the little ring. Yes the little ring is 44t and yes I chased a few people down, but I never did any work on the front, so that counts... right?

Looking at the start lists there will be an official championship for both the ITT and sprints (Assuming everyone turns up). I don't really know what that means, I suppose it means CSV will acknowledge the champ in public rather than awkwardly pretending it doesn't know them at cocktail parties.

D: 16.3km
A: 50m

CE: 1

PMPW: 95kg

Thursday, 2 February 2012

2/02/2012

6am NRR:
Just like yesterday my aim was to get a roll in with a solid high speed effort in the final sprint.

Coming home through Brighton Beach I felt like I had a good position in the bunch. Enough riders in front to get me through to the end without seeing the wind myself.

P2020002

Through Brighton proper Skinny Luke held the pace high with one of the Artisan boys, when Ray soft pedalled and gave them a gap I found myself as the next bloke in line. I went hard across to their wheels, possibly solo... and then we got caught at lights.

So off the lights near the sports fields in Elwood, Skinny went hard with me firmly glued to his wheel. If he could hold this pace for another km or so things would be fucking peachy.

When he died, I went hard, praying for someone to come through. As I got towards Glen Huntly Rd I took a quick peek under my arm... I was solo. Then the lights there turned red and my legs decided that was game over. I cajoled them into going again when the lights changed but the main bunch came roaring through and that turned off the lights in my legs again.

Over coffee Ray said he thought I was flying at the moment. I will admit, this made me feel bloody good. Ray's won Glenvale the last two weeks in a row. He sits out from the bunch on NRR, using the rest of us to pace himself in the wind. I respect his ability and having him compliment mine... well, it makes some of the hard work I've been doing recently feel worth while/

D: 45.5km
A: 135m

Commute:
I took a bit of a detour home, spinning my legs along the foreshore in the late afternoon warmth.



A nice way to finish off the day.

D: 23.8km
A: 75m

PMPW: 97kg

Wednesday, 1 February 2012

1/02/2012

6am NRR:
3 days to go, and after yesterday's nerves I wanted needed to get a roll in to feel human. The easy Wednesday pace was nice for the way down, and I pulled through and felt strong for the section from Mordi back up to Mentone.

From there on I just sat in, span a smallish gear when I remembered and waited for the sprint.

Round Elwood I feared I was a little far back, as we hit Glen Huntly Rd and guys attacked off the front it was confirmed, I was too far back. Still when a space big enough for me to go through opened up, I went after lead riders, hauling in all bar the first two riders with 2nd place only eluding me by half a wheel.

D: 46.5km
A: 145m

Commute:

D: 17.8km
A: 75m

PMPW: 97kg